Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.